Janet did see a lawyer the next day and set up a consulting firm. Mother and daughter were in business.
The first payment was deposited by Mr. Larson, and Janet split the money with Amy.
The little darling was piling up quite a bank account and had eager notions of getting more. Her mind worked overtime sorting through various options she had to make money, and she finally decided the list was limitless.
For the first time, although she had known it before, Amy was rock-solid sure that men wanted her, and they were willing to pay a fine price to have her.
She was donning her cheerleading uniform for an afternoon game at Ryder High, an afternoon affair after school with arch rival Plato High.
She slipped into her tight bright yellow bloomers. She tugged them on and looked at herself in the mirror, appreciating the way the panties gloved her hips, crunched in on her pussy. She turned around and eyed the way the tights screeched across her butt, leaving a slice of rippling ass below the elastic.
She slipped on her yellow sweater with the black and white stripe down the shoulder of the short sleeve, then put on the black skirt with the yellow pleats. She pulled up the yellow knee socks and tied her black and white tennis shoes.
She was about to leave for school when Janet came into her room.
"I'm bringing Mr. Crane to the game today."
"Who's he, Mom?"
"A new boyfriend of mine. He's president of the Farmers State Bank. He's very handsome, and he's very rich."
"That's good, Mom."
"So you really show off at the game, okay? Give him something to think about."
"I'll try, but the school doesn't want us to get too far out, you know? They already told us."
"Well, just let Mr. Crane see how pretty and sexy you are, all fight?"
"I'll do my best, Mom."
Amy finished her make-up and left for school. That afternoon on the field she looked up into the bleachers and saw her mother with Mr. Crane. He looked fiftyish, had on a three-piece gray suit, and Amy waved at them.
Amy really gave it her all, swinging, bumping her hips to one side, then the other, her little skirt flying up over her yellow panties, and when she turned and bent over and put her hands on her knees in one routine, she wiggle-waggled her ass in lewd, salacious swirls.
After the game, she went home and Janet was waiting for her.
"Did he like me?" Amy asked.
"Of course he did."
"What did he say?"
"Well, I wasn't blatantly fishing for compliments, but I could just tell he liked you. He went to change clothes, then he's, coming over to pick me up for dinner. You entertain him. He'll be here in a few minutes."
Amy went to the bathroom, fixed her long blonde hair, combed out her bangs prettily on her forehead, blushed her cheeks with a deep pink blush and slished her kissable lips with a glistening pink gloss.
The doorbell rang and she let Mr. Crane in.
"Mom's running a little late, sir. She'll be down in a few minutes. Could I fix you a drink?"
"Why, of course." The handsome man smiled. His silver-gray hair was thick and his face was ruddy, well-tanned, good-looking.
"What will it be?" Amy asked. "Scotch and water, please." Amy went to the bar and fixed his drink. Mr. Crane sat down on the couch.
"I saw you at the game with Mom," Amy said.
"Yes, I'm glad I went. I haven't been to a high school football game in such a long time. It was fun, and you were very good cheerleading."
"Gee, thanks," Amy said, walking back to him with the drink.
She stood over him, handed him the drink and purposefully spilled some on his thigh.
"Oh, gosh! Aw, gee, I'm sorry. Lemme get a towel."
Amy rushed back to the bar and took a towel from a ring on the wall. She ran the end of it through warm water in the wet bar, then returned to the couch.
"Here, let me scrub that out so it won't stain," she said, dipping to her knees in front of Mr. Crane.
She pushed his legs apart, then rubbed the towel on the spill, stroking softly and wetly on his thigh.
"This will dry right up, and you'll never know I spilled on you. Gee, I'm so sorry, sir."
"No, no, don't worry about it."
Amy's hand swirled the towel in and out on Mr. Crane's thigh, her hand touching his crotch on the upward movement. He sat with his legs apart. Amy knelt between them, going higher up with each stroke.
What could a man do? To have such a sweet, beautiful girl, kneeling between his legs, caressing his thigh – it was just too much.
His cock leaped. The hardness curled against his tight pants. Amy saw the erection press up at her hand. She kept scrubbing on the spill, her hand touching lightly on his prick.
"Oooooh, geeeee," she whispered. "Gosh, Mr. Crane, this is… I think I've got the spill out."
She had her hand on his cock now, the warm towel pushing on the bending stalk. She let the towel drop to the floor, but her hand stayed on the hardness of his prick.
"Gee, you got all stiff and stuff," she whispered.
"I'm sooo sorry. How ridiculous. Please forgive me," he whispered, his voice trembling.
Amy rubbed on his cock with her palm. It got harder, bigger.
"Gee, sir!"
"I'm sorry. I, ah… well… perhaps you have the stain out now."
But Amy clutched his hard cock, squeezed on it, then looked up at his impassioned face.
"But now there's this thing here," she whispered.
"But, please, my dear."
Amy took his fly down, reached in and withdrew his eight-and-a-half-inch prick. She cupped his cock-stalk in her tiny hand.
"You're so hard," she whispered. "God, your mom!"
"The shower's still on. It'll be a while before she comes down. Should I play with this prick?"
"God, yes! Please!" he panted.
Amy clutched the thick prick stick with both hands and bent down, looked at the fizzing fuckhead, then kissed the tip with her sweet, pink lips.
"Ohhhhh, shhhh, ahhhhh, Amy!" he babbled.
"But should I be doin' this, Mr. Crane?" He was lost in passion.
"No, no, you should stop, but, but…"
"But you want me to keep on."
"Would you?"
"I could play with your prick some more before Mom comes down if you want me to. Should I suck on it?"
"Oh, Goddddd, would you?" Amy slicked her tongue over the wet pricktip and took his cock into her warm, little mouth and started sucking.
He stiffened. "Ahhhhh, Jesus, Amy!"
A sizzling ecstasy swept through the dignified-looking banker. He looked down with wrinkles of passion on his handsome face. His eyes sparkled with passion as they watched the beautiful young cheerleader seal her pink lips around his cock, watched her cheeks cave in as she sucked his demanding prick.
Amy glanced up, saw how hot he was, loved the look on Mr. Crane's face. She lifted off his prick.
"I better not suck on it too long, huh?" she whispered.
She held his cock with both hands. The prick stalk throbbed like a wiggling fish in her grip.
"Damn, damn!" he whispered back to her.
Amy pumped slowly on the thick prick. "It's spittin' and squishin' and stuff," she said.
"God, you're wonderful!" he gasped.
Amy smiled, licked her tongue over her lips, bent down and swiped the gooping cum from the tip of his prick.
"Oooohhh, ohhh!" he cried. "You little doll! How old are you?"
"I'm a freshman in high school, sir."
He leaned forward and cupped her tits in his hand, felt their youthful roundness. His cock thumped.
Amy cooed, "We could fuck a little before Mom comes down if you wanna, but we'd have to hurry up."
"Oh, shit!" Mr. Crane sobbed. "Yes, yes, fuck a little, fuck a little!"
Amy stood up.
"I'll take my panties off," she said, then hiked her skirt and skimmed her yellow bloomers down her tanned legs.
She whipped them off, and mounted Mr. Crane. He fisted his cock and punched it into her pussy.
"Ah, ooooh, it's in my cunny!" Amy whimpered, looking down, seeing the thick prick plug her pussy.
"Honey doll!" Mr. Crane gulped. Amy started to buck on top of him, riding his cock, fucking in and out, around and around.
He held her with his hands on her trim waist. Mr. Crane loved the way she took his prick. He looked up into her pretty face.
"You're beautiful!" he cried passionately.
"You're fuckin' me!" she said. "I know I am!"
"God, Mr. Crane!"
"Amy, Amy!" he called. "This is wonderful!"
"Feels good, doesn't it, sir?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Fuckin' up a storm like this on the couch!"
"Fuck my cock, little Amy!"
"That's what I'm doin', Mr. Crane!"
"Don't ever stop!"
Janet walked in from the kitchen. "My God!" she yelped. "Mr. Crane!" Mr. Crane looked up in surprise. "What are you doin' to my little girl?"
"He's fuckin' me, Mom!"
"Oh, my God! You licentious lout!" Janet yipped. "How could you do this, and in my own home?"
"Amy, you get off him right now!" Janet barked.
"But, Mom, I'll bet Mr. Crane would let me consult his bank if I let him fuck me, huh, sir?"
"I… er… consult?"
"Yeah, I could give you good ideas," Amy said.
"No, you get off him. We have more consulting contracts than we can handle!" Janet wailed.
"Yes, consult! Of course! Anything! Just let her fuck me!" Mr. Crane called.
Amy bucked up and down wildly now on the rich banker, banging her thighs and ass on top of him, sucking up and down on his long, thick prick.
"Do you want a consulting deal, Mr. Crane?" Janet asked.
"Yes."
"We could give you ideas on how to get new customers, couldn't we Amy?"
"Damn right!" Amy huffed.
Mr. Crane's prick felt so good in her little pussy. She loved fucking older men like this. She wanted to scream with joy.
"Yes, yes, you're hired!"
"We have a contract right here, Mr. Crane," Janet said.
She walked to an end table and picked up a contract the lawyer had drawn up.
"Just sign here," she said, handing the contract to Mr. Crane. "I'll fill in the details. It will cost you three thousand a month to hire us."
"Do I get to keep fuckin' Amy?" he trembled.
"You sure do," Amy said. "You can fuck me a lot if you'll sign."
She bounced good and hard on the man. He took the contract and a pen from Janet. He scrawled his name.
"Okay, fuck him, Amy! Give him a good fuck! Show him what a good deal he just made!"
"Yeah, yeah!" Amy puffed, bouncing high and hard, fucking like a wild animal on his squirting prick.
"Oh, honey!" Mr. Crane mumbled. "He likes fuckin' me, Mom!"
"I can tell, Amy!"
"Shit! I'm gonna cum!" Mr. Crane yelled.
"He's gonna cum, Mom!"
Mr. Crane let the good feeling consume him as his cock spurted out a huge, thick load of cum into Amy's young pussy.
The fucking friction itched Amy into her own climax. She gasped loudly, sucked in her breath and held it, then shuddered like a bucking bronco on top of the banker.
"Fuck me, Mr. Crane!" she shouted. "Fuck me, you Goddamn guy!"